CHAPTER VIII.
CONTAINS FURTHER EVIDENCE.
"Sir Digby Kemsley was here an hour ago, sir. He couldn't wait!" Haines exclaimed, bringing himself to attention.
"Sir Digby!" I gasped, starting. "Why, in heaven's name, didn't you ring me up at Mrs. Shand's?" I cried.
"Because he wouldn't allow me, sir. He came to see you in strictest secrecy, sir. When I opened the door I didn't know him. He's shaved off his beard and moustache, and was dressed like a clergyman."
"A clergyman!"
"Yes, sir. He looked just like a parson. I wouldn't have known him in the street."
"An excellent ruse!" I exclaimed. "Of course, Haines, you know that—well—that the police are looking for him—eh?"
"Perfectly well, but you can trust me, sir. I'll say nothing. Sir Digby's a friend of yours."